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Steam
written by Atlantis
©2004
Well, here it is. This sucker has been done forever now but I
just never got around to actually posting it. I only had the time
now because I’m staying up to finish a late load of laundry and
just in case my sister wakes up since she’s got a high fever.
Anywho, I’m sure you’re all intelligent enough to realize this
doesn’t take place in the show or really have anything to do with
the show other than the blatant use of these characters.
One request I have of all of you: If you do not like this pairing
then kindly click your back button and don’t read it. I don’t
want to read mindless flames about how you despise this couple
when it clearly states in the summary who this fic centers around
and the nature of it. I’ll say it once more. This is a Seto/Téa
fic with a heavy lime bordering on a lemon. If this isn’t your
cup of tea, then go ahead and leave.
Disclaimer: I hoping you know that I don’t own the show. If not,
then I’ll go ahead and claim it and make fun of people who think
I’m telling the truth.
Rating: R/NC-17
***
Patience can persuade a prince, and soft speech can crush strong
opposition.
Proverbs 25:15
***
    She dipped her toe in.
    “Ah, that feels so good...” she sighed contentedly, slipping
into the remarkably warm water, holding the towel around her body
securely. Once she was in, she adjusted the towel so that it
wouldn't fall off and reached up to pull the hair-tie from her
hair, letting her brown, healthy locks drape down over her
shoulders and into the water where it fanned out across the
surface of the in-ground hot tub. “Mai sure knows how to make a
girl feel pampered.”
    Mai Valentine, a good friend of Téa Gardner's, had finally
ended her Duel Monsters frenzy, but not before taking a vast
amount of the money she had won and investing it into a small spa
business on a midtown Domino street. When the old woman who had
run the place had announced her plan of retiring, Mai had
immediately offered to buy the place from her at a price that had
turned out to be a bargain. Under Mai's meticulous management and
manipulation, the spa had become a full-fledged resort, bit-by-bit, addition-by-addition. Buying the two empty lots behind the
spa, she had been able to expand the original building and
include a variety of special treatment centers where patrons
could find a great deal of relaxation for a hefty price.
    But they were all so willing to pay once they had tasted
Mai's divine touch on the small business. Full-body massages,
face masks, facial treatments, manicures, pedicures, pore
refining, hair stylists, hot tubs and steam rooms, pool, work-out
center, mud baths, lash tinting, cosmetic tattooing, general
tattooing, makeovers, clothes sales, snack bar... If you could
name it, Mai had done it, turning the once small building into an
inner city Eden. She had made a respectable name for herself and
was as proud as ever, claiming Domino's most respected business-men and -women as customers, as well as diplomats, international
dignitaries, and multi-national corporate giants. It was a well-known fact that Mai could run an establishment, and nobody had
yet proved her wrong.
    Though she was haughty to a fault, Mai didn't forget her
friends and gave the few that she had complimentary visits
whenever they asked: the works. Joey and Yugi often went for the
massages (Joey making special requests to have Mai as his
masseuse), Tristan, Duke, and Serenity for the gym, Bakura for
frequent hair-cuts, and Téa... well, she took advantage of nearly
the whole package at least once a week. Having finally gotten a
full-time job as a dancer, working days as part of an elite
academy and nights to pay for it, she gladly accepted Mai's kind
offer.
    She took great care of her body and often found that she
over-taxed herself, making Valentine's, the name of Mai's resort,
an absolute god-send. At present, she had just finished a lengthy
massage and facial and was continuing the relaxation by soaking
in the dual purpose hot tub and steam room. There, occupants
could sit on the mahogany benches along the walls of the room and
simply exfoliate in the steam, or soak in the large in-ground
tub directly in the center of the spacious room. Either way, it
made for the marvelous loosening of every muscle in the body.
    With the steam so thick and warm, it was hard to see two
feet in front of oneself, let alone half way across the room, so
when Téa heard the chamber door open, she thought nothing of it
and leaned her head back against the cushioned edge of the tub. A
minuscule splash was the only hint that another person was now in
the bubbling water with her.
    “Oh god, yes,” came the soft-spoken whisper, the low rumble
of a man's voice. Téa lost interest in relaxing the moment she
heard him, listening intently for another sound of his voice. She
was almost certain she knew who that rough baritone belonged to.
Unfortunately for Téa, no such words escaped the mouth hidden in
the steam and she settled back down once more, convinced she had
gotten her hopes up. There was no way he'd be there, so why had
she reacted as if it were possible? A snowball had a better
chance of staying frozen in that steam room than him being
there...
    “Is someone there?” The rough question came from that hidden
place in the steam, somewhere across from her, and Téa looked
down to see her fingers tapping the top of the water
unconsciously. Naturally she stopped and blushed.
    “Erm, me?” she ventured back.
    “Who the hell is 'me'?” Sudden movement in the water alarmed
Téa that whoever belonged to that wonderful voice was moving to
her side of the hot tub quickly and she grabbed the top of her
towel as a reflex. The shadowy outlines of a form glided through
the steam and half a moment later Téa saw the sexy brown hair and
angry blue eyes that belonged to none other than Seto Kaiba. Not
a second later, Téa gave an appreciative perusal of his wet bare
shoulders, chest, and stomach which showed hard evidence of a
rigorous work-out schedule. He glared down at her, then blinked
in disbelief.
    “Gardner? What the hell do you think you're doing here?” Téa
shook herself out of her infatuated trance and glared right back
at him.
    “What's it look like, knitting? I'm relaxing, same as you!”
    “I reserved this room for an hour today. A *private* hour,”
he responded heatedly. Téa's right eyebrow quirked up and Seto
found his heartbeat fluttering as she leaned back against the
wall, looking at him unaffected.
    “Nobody told me. Didn't you ever learn to share?”
    “I never saw the use in it,” Kaiba bit back, settling in
next to her in an attempt to goad her enough to leave. He opened
his mouth to say something else but became slack-jawed at the
sight presented before him that he had failed to notice during
his short rant.

Téa Gardner, good friend of Yugi Moto (his still-despised
rival), had grown up over the last couple of years and it was
apparent that college had done her very well. Her poise was
relaxed but not sloppy and the curves and dips of her body were
visible even in the bubbling waters. The skimpy towel she wore
covered her amply-blessed chest area and hugged an obviously very
trim waist, leading underwater to barely skim the tops of her
thighs. And her neck, tilted back in disregard of him was
dripping with condensation and presented a very tempting treat.

After a moment of calculating thought, Seto Kaiba decided
not to oust the siren and moved in as close to her as he dared
without being indecent, eyeing her like a glass of blackberry
brandy.

“Since you're no longer demanding that I leave,” Téa said,
interrupting Seto's train of naughty thoughts as he stared at
her, “let's play a game in an attempt to be cordial to one
another. This is called the Question Game. I ask you a question,
you ask me a question, and we'll continue until we leave or tire
of the game. You up for it?” she asked, opening her eyes
languidly to greet his gaze with glazed blue.
    “You know how I like challenges, Gardner,” he told her with
a meaningful look. She ignored him and he added, “Since you came
up with the idea, it's only right that you begin the game.
Nothing is off limits; any question can be asked and nothing will
be considered invalid.”

    ”Fine with me,” she agreed. “Alright, what to ask Seto
Kaiba... Got it!” she snapped her fingers. “Do you, Mr. CEO of
Kaiba Corp, masturbate?” Kaiba choked on his breath. Gardner was
starting off that explicit? She turned her body so that she could
watch him give his answer, having to rise out of the water
slightly to tuck her legs beneath her. When she sat back down,
her knees were brushing against the side of Kaiba's towel-covered
leg and he had the fleeting thought that he'd rather jump her
than answer her question. He cleared his throat.
    “What do you think?” he asked. Téa wagged her finger at him.
    “Nuh-uh-uh, I'm the one asking the question here. It doesn't
matter what I think. You just have to answer,” she chided him,
bopping him on the nose with the previously wagging finger. Her
hand was in his grasp without any warning and he surveyed her
well-manicured hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back and palm,
then looked down at her, something dark in his eyes.
    “Of course I do.” It was plain, simple, and oh-so-sexy. Téa
concluded that it had to be the single sexiest answer to a
question she'd ever heard. “And what do you think is on my mind
while I'm doing it?” Regardless of how bastardly he was a
majority of the time, Seto Kaiba still had hormones and they were
demanding that he do something about the physical problem Téa was
causing. This was no game he was playing at: it was all-out
seduction, and he meant to come out on top.

“Is that your question?” Kaiba blinked out of his hazy state
of mind and re-focused on Téa. She rolled her eyes at him. “Is
that the question you're asking me? The whole 'what do you think
is on my mind while I'm doing it' thing?” Kaiba chuckled. The
girl was undoubtedly sexy, but she just distracted him from his
thoughts far too much. She was fitting the game to her terms and
Kaiba realized his seduction strategy might not work on this
particular brunette. Téa Gardner was far more intelligent than
people gave her credit for.

“Sure, go for it,” he told her, leaning back and letting his
eyes wander shamelessly over her
scantily clad body while keeping her hand prisoner. He watched as
she bit her lip, smoothed over it with the tip of her tongue, and
then bit it again as her eyes moved back and forth over the
frothy surface of the water in concentration. Some invisible
power kept Seto from leaning forward, roughly grabbing her hips
and kissing her until she sported bruises on her lips; until she
wore his brand. Fortunately though, Téa glanced up at him and
gave a little quirk of her lips, studying him. She sighed.
    “You look like the type of guy that goes for a really busty
platinum blonde bombshell who wears nothing but heels and a smile
with a glass of champagne in one hand and scented rubbing oil in
the other. No feelings attached, just animalistic one-night-stands with Tahitian beauties and supermodels who would die just
to bring you off,” Téa said in almost a sad little voice. Kaiba
immediately leaned forward and the lift of his eyebrows
significantly widened his stunned gaze. Could this girl be
serious?
    “Actually,” Kaiba drawled, throwing a suggestive glance
Téa's way, hoping she'd notice it, “I go for a different type
altogether. You see, it's those leggy brunettes that grab my
attention, with generally proportional measurements on the ample
side, confidence, clothes meant to pull on the imagination yet
tantalize without being a harlot and long, slender hands so that
when she touches me... You know, I've actually seen her. She's a
real person. And it's strange but she looks exactly like you...”
Kaiba drifted off, eyes shutting while his hands caressed and
massaged Téa's. Téa gasped sharply and pulled her hands out of
Seto's grip, looking confused and torn as he re-opened his eyes.
    “When did you find... How did you know?” she gasped, her
blue eyes rapidly searching his half-open gaze for an answer of
any kind.
    “What are you talking about Gardner?”
    “My night job, dammit! Who the hell told you that I worked
in a strip joint?” she demanded, rising slightly out of the
water, panic clearly written on her normally complacent features.
Kaiba promptly fell into a cough.
    “What the bloody hell are you talking about?”
    “Oh puh-lease! With that description who or what the hell
else would you be describing? I assume you think it's funny to
make a fool out of people who are working hard to get themselves
through school, no matter how they're doing it. But listen here
Kaiba, the pay is good, my boss treats me more decent than many
of the other guys in my life, and patrons aren't allowed to touch
me. You may think I'm a slut for working at a joint like that,
but not all of us are blessed with the privileges you have and
effort has to be made in order to take the reigns on one's
future. Dancing is what I *do* and there's no way in hell that
I'm letting anything, especially money, get in the way of that!”
Téa stood to get up but was halted by Kaiba's firm grip on her
forearm.
    “I didn't know,” he said softly, looking up at her. Téa gave
a bitter laugh.
    “Of course you didn't,” she yelled suddenly. “I just opened
up my big fat mouth and blabbed to you what I've been effectively
keeping as a secret for nearly eight months. Could I be any more
of a moron or an airhead?” Téa slumped back into the water and
faced away from the young man beside her, tears creeping out of
the corners of her eyes and sliding down the sides of her face. A
hand at her chin forced her to turn back around.
    “Why have you been keeping this a secret for so long?”
Kaiba's voice was unnaturally calm and soothing, like a warm
brandy sliding down her throat. A few more tears found their way
down over Téa's cheeks and jaw.
    “Are you kidding me? Anyone who knew would look down on me.
They'd suddenly see me as a scantily clad girl who likes to show
off her body to horny old men for a pretty penny in order to buy
herself new and expensive things. It wouldn't matter that I've
been busting my ass and working hard in order to pay the rent,
buy groceries, pay for tuition and books, and even put away some
for saving after making sure appliances and services were taken
care of. It wouldn't matter that this is the only possible way
that I can afford the lifestyle and schooling that I now have. It
just wouldn't... they wouldn't care.” She sniffled and her lip
quivered as Kaiba's unwavering eyes bore down on her.
    “I thought you didn't care about what people thought about
you. It was all about your principles and standing up for them,”
Seto said quietly, still holding her still with the gentle grip
of his thumb and forefinger on her chin. His thumb moved slowly,
cautiously, sliding over her cheek to collect the stray tears and
wipe them from her face.
    “Yeah, well, news flash! Being a stripper is one of the
exceptions to that rule. You just can't *not* care when you're
working that hard in that particular profession. It's not
possible. I just want to take care of myself, and that's the only
way it'll happen.”
    “I don't think it's a shameful way to make a living,” Kaiba
stated clearly, making sure that Téa understood and comprehended
what he had actually said. “In fact, I'd say being a professional
entertainer like that is more alike to what I do than almost
anything else. It's all about manipulating the customer so that
you're getting what you want out of them. In our case: money. You
have to be willing to take risks and do the unorthodox and go
through politically incorrect venues in order to get to the top,
reach that goal. When I came in here a few minutes ago, I had no
respect for you whatsoever. You were just another pretty face who
got what she wanted. But now I know you get it because you
sacrifice for it. That is something that I know and understand.”
He released her chin and framed her face with his hands. “Don't
let anyone ever make you believe that you are beneath them
because of this. Never!” His hands dropped and he looked her over
one last time before climbing out of the hot tub, making sure to
clutch his towel to keep it from falling off his waist.
    Only a moment passed before Téa was out as well, trailing
after him and mimicking his protective hold on the towel around
her body. He stopped in the area between the back of the room and
the tub and Téa let her eyes wander over his sculpted back,
wanting to trace the indents and curves with her mouth and
fingers. She stepped closer and watched as he tensed, his muscles
bunching up as if he was expecting an attack from her. Droplets
of water followed already existing paths down his back, coursing
down from his wet hair and drawing Téa eyes to the top edge of
his towel, wrapped low around his waist where each and every
lucky water-drop disappeared into.
    “Kaiba,” she said softly. He didn't turn around so she
walked around him to stand in front of him and gave a silly smile
when she saw that his eyes and fists were clenched. Reaching up
on tip-toes, she placed a fleeting kiss over each of his eyes and
whispered, “You're not the heartless bastard I thought you would
be,” before pulling him down by his neck to her lips.
    Almost immediately she began second-guessing herself because
of his still-rigid posture and loosened her hold on his neck,
preparing to step away and flee the steam room. But that was
before a hand clamped over hers, holding it to his neck while the
other one looped around her waist and pulled her to him as he
responded desperately to the kiss. His lips pushed against hers,
slanting and sucking, caressing with force. Téa opened her mouth
to him the moment his tongue reached through the part in her
lips, realizing that he had the unique taste of cinnamon and
chocolate, dark and intoxicating as he wove spells with his
kisses. It seemed as though he was almost angry with her, the way
he kissed her. But even as she let that thought shimmer through
her thoughts, Seto gentled his hold on her and his kisses went
back to the chaste touching of lips, brushing skin against skin,
hugging her close to him.
    His lips left hers, dropping butterfly kisses on her eyes
and nose, nuzzling the spot just below her ear and running his
hands over and down her bare back, through her slick hair. Téa
could feel his breath on her neck, then his lips as he licked and
soothed, nipped and kissed the sensitive skin there. Her fingers
clutched the skin at his neck and shoulder, taking in sharp gasps
of air as Kaiba's lips worshiped her. She'd never felt so much
emotion before through mere kissing, but then again, she'd never
kissed Seto Kaiba, and he was a passionate person if she had ever
met one. The way he threw himself into his work and
responsibilities was beyond admirable, and he still made time in
his busy schedule for his little brother Mokuba. They were each
others' foundation and worked as a team, both stubborn and loyal
and demanding. No wonder the world couldn't get enough of their
story of struggle, of the sheer amount of money they made each
economic quarter. It wasn't only because they were young; it was
because they did the work. People had become so lazy in the world
that whenever a person actually earned their living, the story
had to be shared, exploited, and told over and over.
    It was just so mind-boggling for Téa to think that Seto
Kaiba, Duel Monster champion and CEO of his namesake Kaiba Corp
was standing in front of her, making out and necking with her.
Talk about an oxymoron! She would have never thought that anyone,
let alone Kaiba, would overlook the fact that she was working as
a stripper and then proceed to kiss her breathless. A soft smile
graced her features and she turned her head to place a kiss on
Seto's temple, his head resting against her shoulder as he
breathed hard. His eyes rose to hers, seeing the familiar light
and spirit within her eyes that made her such a spitfire. He
smiled back at her.
    “I respect you,” he said softly.
    “You told me,” Téa giggled. He shook his head and wrapped
his arms even tighter around her.
    “No. I respect you, but I just can't get it out of my head
how much I want to... damn it all to hell! Téa, you have got to
be the single-most attractive girl I've come across in a long
while and all that's on my mind is...”
    “... how much you want to screw me?” Téa supplied for him.
He looked dumbfounded, so she added, “I work in a place
surrounded by horny men, remember?”
    “Can I... can I touch you?” he asked, unsure, his blue eyes
wide and nearly child-like. Téa closed her eyes and smiled, then
opened them again and reached out with her hand to take his,
giving it a gentle squeeze before leading it to her breast. Seto
could feel the rapid beat of her heart through the thin towel and
felt as though he had a bird trapped between his hands who would
break if he didn't treat her as carefully as she deserved. He bit
his lip and looked back at the water, then at Téa and at the
water again before slowly tugging her back down the steps and
into the steaming water. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. She did
so, all-but hesitantly.
    Running his tongue along the curves of her jaw and chin,
Seto made sure he was incredibly close to her, his hands working
in slow, sensual circles on her back as his lips kissed over her
ears and temples. He kept his eyes open, watching every reaction
the young woman made, for she was no girl, and made sure to
repeat whatever he was doing particularly when she clamped down
on her lower lip with her teeth. His hands found the small knot
that held her towel together and he distracted her with a fierce
kiss while he made small work of the material that kept him from
his goal. The towel slid down her body and to the bottom, made of
such a thick material that it couldn't float after being soaked.
Téa made to cover herself, her eyes oddly enough still closed but
Seto placed his hands over hers and sucked on her lower lip.
    “Let me,” he whispered smoothly and her hands slid away, one
resting on his hip and the other moving up to tangle in his
thick, wet hair. Pulling away slightly, Seto watched Téa's face
as his hand, laying flat against her collar bone, slowly moved
down between her breasts and over her ribcage, then back up,
slowly brushing the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs.
Téa's lips pursed together and she breathed through her nose, the
hand in his hair pulling almost painfully; he took it as a good
sign. His hands came out of the water slightly as they curved
around the tops of the wet mounds of flesh, trailing tantalizing
circles up and around until reaching the peaks. Still watching
her, he bent over slightly and closed his lips over her right
nipple, rubbing the flat part of his tongue against the taut
bead. He grinned and sucked a little harder as Téa made a low
sound in the back of her throat and gained an open-mouthed moan
when he began stroking the other nipple between his thumb and
pointer finger.
    Wanting to please her and taste her as much as possible, he
soon moved his mouth over to the other breast, providing it with
the same treatment as its sister. Téa's hands were now insistent,
the one at his neck holding him close like an infant and the
other tugging at his towel, trying to find the knot but not
succeeding because of her limited arm length. She moved a curvy
leg through the water to hook around his waist, pulling him
closer and grinding herself against him, knowing how aroused he
was by the insistent prodding at her thigh. Seto released her
breast and took a deep breath, looking down at Téa, her mouth
slightly open and her nipples a deep pink from the attention he
had lavished upon them.
    Backing up slightly so that he could sit on the bench under
the water, he adjusted Téa so that she straddled him, her knees
locked firmly on either side of his narrow hips and just at the
edge of his towel. Leaning forward, he caught her mouth in a lazy
kiss, delighting in the way her lips opened to him as if on
instinct and how the movements of her tongue were unhurried,
undulating against his own like the pushing and pulling of ocean
waves. She was the one to pull away but caught his bottom lip
between her teeth gently as she did, scraping over it and then
sucking, running her tongue over it to add to his pleasure. Her
hands had taken up residence over his lower stomach where they
kept dragging over the firm muscle in her frustration and desire,
forcing the muscles to jump under her touch and send thrilling
jolts up and down his spine. She grinned against his lips as he
pulled her into another thorough kiss.
    Her mouth wrenched away from his on a massive gasp as she
felt his fingers dip into her very core, smoothing around that
little spot that she knew would make her see stars. He maneuvered
his hand so that his thumb could flick at that tiny bundle while
he slid one finger deep inside of her, her head falling back on
silent moan.
    He could not believe it. The very feel of her inner walls
clenching and un-clenching around his fingers was arousing and
damn near orgasmic as he slowly pushed the finger in and out of
her, still rubbing over the tender spot that made her body jerk
towards his. His eyes greedily drank in the sight of her body
curved backwards, caught in the climb to euphoria; mentally
recognizing that it was he who was doing this to her, allowing
her to experience such pleasure. And it was at that very second
that he knew he wouldn't allow any other man to touch her. A
woman that he touched, that could affect him spiritually,
mentally, and physically just by responding to his touch, was a
woman he would not dare give the opportunity to another to have.
She. Was. His.
    Téa knew that she was close and she knew that Seto knew,
which was why he kept his rhythm tortuous and changing, not quite
letting her reach out and touch the point she so wanted to feel
engulf her. He was in total control and she loved it. But as his
finger started moving within her once again, this time at a
quicker and purposeful pace, she knew that it wouldn't be long.
Her hands reached down to the bottom of his towel and gently
pulled up, careful not to hurt him and traced along his arousal,
feeling him twitch and harden under her touch. He paused.
    “Don't stop,” she gasped in his ear, wrapping her hands
around him firmly and shifting them up and down. It was the
strangest and yet most indulgent sensation she had ever felt: she
had never really touched a man before and the way Seto Kaiba
moaned and bucked into her touch let her know that she could also
hold power over him. With the added friction of her unexpected
hands, Seto knew that he too was close to the edge he had been
approaching and continued pleasuring Téa with his fingers,
feeling the beginnings of her orgasm as her body began to tighten
unbelievably above him. He kept his eyes open and watched,
transfixed as Téa's back suddenly straightened and her mouth
dropped open, a few short breaths escaped her throat before an
painfully extended breath, then she slumped forward on his chest
and whimpered against his skin, her insides still convulsing
around his moving fingers. It was only a moment later that Seto
followed, his eyes screwing shut and a moan ripping from the
depths of his throat as Téa's dexterous fingers circled the very
tip of him.
    Téa panted against him, her arms dangling in the water at
his side and he rested his hands over her thighs, head resting
back against the edge of the tub and eyes closed, breathing
deeply. Both took several minutes before attempting to say
anything and even then, the conversation was limited.
    “Wow,” Seto breathed.
    “Uh-huh,” Téa agreed.
    Several more minutes passed before Seto finally regained the
ability to move his limbs and managed to pull both he and Téa out
of the tub, reaching for fresh and dry towels found near the
door. He took great care to completely dry Téa off with his hands
in the towel, silently marveling at her beautiful body. Téa
nearly cried at the underlying tenderness in the gesture and
attempted to return the favor but instead Kaiba wrapped yet
another towel securely around her before drying himself off and
wrapping another around his waist. He had seemed to have no
qualms about being nude in front of her, though that didn't
surprise Téa because he seemed like the kind of guy who wasn't
embarrassed by much. Especially with a body as... well-endowed as
his. Just before they were about to leave the room, Seto laid a
hand on her shoulder and turned her around so that she was
encircled within the protection of his arms.
    “I want you to know that this isn't over. I didn't and
wouldn't use you like that. I want to take you out sometime. Is
that all right with you?” His face betrayed nothing of his
worries but his eyes were slightly wide, letting Téa know that he
at least feared rejection.
    “And I wouldn't have let you use me,” she responded. “Name
the time and place, Seto Kaiba, and I will certainly be there.”
Téa watched him smile, a look of relief fluttering through his
eyes before he dropped a quick kiss on her lips, soft and sweet,
before the two of them left the room, sneaking glances as they
traveled in opposite directions.
***
    Meanwhile, a particular blonde's jaw had dropped. Several
times.
    “Oh. My. GAWD.” Mai could not believe her eyes. She had had
those security cameras put up as a precaution but now she wasn't
so sure that she wanted to keep them up. “I can't believe it... I
SO knew there was something between them! You'd have to be blind,
deaf, and just plain dumb to not know there was a hell of a lot
of sexual tension in the air whenever those two clashed. But who
knew they'd actually go this far...” Mai chewed on a perfectly
manicured nail and heard a clear laugh behind you.
    “Well, at least now you know my system works. If nothing
else, you can use this as a... persuasive measure... should they
ever forget what happened in that little steam room of yours.”
Mai turned to look at the woman about her age with glossy black
hair that cut off neatly just above her shoulders and bangs that
brushed straight across her forehead over her eyebrows. Mai
shrugged. “I must be going now. Tell all of your friends about
me,” the woman winked, handing Mai a business card as she picked
up her briefcase and walked out the door.
    “Nabiki Inc.,” Mai read aloud. “For all of your security and
snooping specialties.”
***
Kudos to anyone who caught that Ranma 1/2 reference-joke in that
last snippet.
Finished! There won't be another chapter, please don't ask for
one. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. This was my second
semi-lemon ever so I'm a little anxious to know what people
thought about it. Don't forget to review!
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